The Flys - The Gods of Basketball

You see clearly in their heads
They make you wish
That you were dead
But you will come to show them all
The sacred game of basketball

They'll be sorry when you're gone
They'll be sorry when you're gone

Acting out just like they're fools
They must be teaching that in schools

They'll be sorry when you're gone
They'll be sorry when you're gone

Watch you roll your eyes around
Seem to like it on the ground
On the ground
On the ground
On the ground

But you will come to show them all
The sacred game of basketball

They'll be sorry when you're gone
They'll be sorry when you're gone

Watch you roll your eyes around
Seem to like it on the ground

They'll be sorry when you're gone
They'll be sorry when you're gone

Written by:
ADAM PASKOWITZ, JAMES BOOK, NICK LUCERO, PETER PERDICHIZZI

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